by hannah
November 22nd, 2010
It was a Sunday filled with a ridiculous amount of highs and lows.
Morning high: OMFG I love waking up next to you baby.
Afternoon low: Why the fuck do you have to be a dick every time we go shopping?
Early evening high: So you’re avail and able?
I was at the Single Tease launch party at Clever in Santa Monica, standing next to Mr. Available, and found myself falling for what I like to call the sneaky reverse, where instead of picking up on you, the guy does something, or in this case, wears something, that inclines you to pick up on him.
by hannah
November 18th, 2010
I confess. I’ve been having sex dreams. With hubbie, without; with people I know, people I don’t know; men, women. I want to somehow take advantage of this, when I wake up, hot and bothered, ready for action. But hubbie’s been leaving for work at 530 AM, and I’m still mid-dream at the time.
What does it all mean?
My brief morning research about sex dreams found some interesting tidbits. Sex dreams can be literal but more often they represent aspects or yourself that you want to express; dreams often compensate for what we’re not getting during waking hours. Do I really want to have sex with the Bollywood-looking Bombshell (maybe) or is there something about her that I want for myself …like her outfit…(more likely).
by hannah
November 5th, 2010
Love is an addictive drug. No seriously, it is, and 83% of you agree. Or maybe the more accurate thing to say is lust is a drug. As Lee Ann Obringer writes in her awesome article on how love works ,”the same chemical process that takes place with addiction takes place when we fall in love”. Here’s some cliff notes from the article:
Dopamine is the “pleasure chemical,” producing a feeling of bliss. Norepinephrine is similar to adrenaline and produces the racing heart and excitement. When two people have sex, oxytocin is released, which helps bond the relationship. The more sex, the greater the bond. Vasopressin, is the chemical associated with the formation of long-term, monogamous relationships. The longer we’re together with someone, the more oxytocin and vasopressin start interfering with the dopamine and norepinephrine pathways, and the passionate love fades as attachment grows.
Let me break down this addictive euphoria for you in real terms: You see someone. You think they’re hot, i.e. I want to make out with you. You talk to them. You like them even more i.e. I want to get naked with you. If you’re at a club, you end up dry-humping them on the dance floor. Maybe you pry yourself off, because you don’t want anyone thinking you’re a slut, or maybe the feeling is so intense you say fuck it, go home with them, and have a wild passionte night of sex. The next morning, you try to remember their name, so you can exchange numbers, because you really do want to go on a date with them. And when that date goes extremely well you start OBSESSING, idealizing, pining for the phone calls, the next date, the next night of hot sex, until you have The Conversation that establishes you’re in a committed, monogomous relationship (or not). As the months, maybe even years go by, you fall more and more in love with them, until…your “date” nights start turning into renting movies, cuddling up on the couch, and falling asleep by 11PM, and you realize you’re having more fun with your vibrator. You still love them, care more deeply for them than ever, and would take a bullet for them, but the high is over, and you find your eye wandering more and more…
